#felix doesn't even have a strong profile

[ofwrxth]

CHARACTER BASICS

Name: Jakob Ranström

Age & Birthday: 28, Nov 3

Gender/Pronouns: Cis Man / He & Him

Species: Witch

Birthplace: NY, NY

Job/role: Actor

Positive personality traits:  charming, diplomatic, playful, resourceful, versatile

Negative personality traits: guarded, impulsive, inconsistent, restless, sly

ABOUT

The Ranström witches have long been known for their extraordinary wealth, a legacy rooted in Sweden where black magic was harnessed for financial gain and self-advancement. In the 1920s, the Ranström family extended their influence from Sweden to New York City, and subsequently to Hollywood. This expansion led to the establishment of Zenith Entertainment, a formidable conglomerate encompassing film studios, talent agencies, and high-profile production companies.

Zenith Entertainment, founded in New York City, swiftly rose to prominence in the entertainment industry. The family's acquisition of the iconic Radio City Music Hall cemented their status, linking them with influential industry syndicates and exclusive institutions such as Asphodel, which trained Supernatural talents for stardom. The Ranström legacy reached beyond Broadway and the East Coast, making significant inroads into Hollywood's film, television, and digital media sectors.

Born the baby of the Ranström family, Jakob learned their family's ways fast, both from their parents Olaf and Agneta, but also from his older siblings Nina and Felix. Ever observant, Jakob watched how they lived their lives, and what sort of response it got from their parents, and tried to mimic the good, and disregard the bad. But it's much easier said than done with four strong influences in his life. And as he got older, it became harder to distinguish where his siblings and parents ended and where he began.

The RedCap incident still happened and Felix helped save the day for Jakob and his pals despite one later ending their life.

After, he fell in line a bit more, as guilt ate away at him for his friend's loss of a familiar. Jakob blamed himself. But he was a Ranström through and through, and he kept on, head held high (for the most part). He felt decisions being made for him left and right. From his parents to his siblings at times. But he valued their opinions most, feeling somewhat distant at times given their age difference, and so he strove to make it up by doing what each might've expected. Jakob was versatile, constantly changing to be who they might've wanted him to be. As such, he tended to keep his own interests close to the vest.

So he dove into acting alongside his brother, starting in school (which meant a mix of in person and homeschool/tutors). But whereas Felix openly struggled with his vices, Jakob felt like he had to be grateful and problem free to make his parents proud. What he didn't say was that he hated feeling under a microscope. That as the roles got bigger, so did his anxiety whilst performing. But his brother had his own problems, and Nina was always doing the right thing, that Jakob didn't think he had any course of action. He still doesn't.

With their parents, he's definitely the baby, and when all the focus was on Felix's fuck ups, he felt their grip tighten on him, trying to steer him in another direction. Connecting him with directors. You'd never be able to tell that he was a nervous wreck half the time, or that being on sets stressed him out more than it made him feel complete. It's part of why he's leaned into social media because he can control his own narrative and let loose. His tiktoks are more so him trying to find joy in just existing. In the mundane.

Despite the perception of a glamorous life, Jakob would rather be an unknown dweeb making dumb videos, than people trying to take pictures with him at the grocery store, or his mother micromanaging his schedule for the next year. But no one would know. Because he's mastered the art of pretend. He's an actor, after all. And he's been a chameleon even longer. So if you asked Jakob what he wants, he wouldn't be able to tell you. And with Felix's recent troubles, he doesn't think it's worth bringing up his own. Being the youngest Ranström means he grew up in the shadow of giants (literally), and that he's never managed to find his own.

[a-daks]

I’ve been a felix slut since long before season 14 anyway but this is the screenshot does it for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

For the ___ card revoked, the only one for rvb is saying “felix is hot” and more than half the fandoms gonna tell you no and freak out while Felix fans be like “haha stinky rat man hot”.

All I’m saying is Felix is hot. My mind can’t be changed

[rainofaugustsith]

Lana Beniko - 7.1

So after 7.1 dropped, the chatter has increased that Lana Beniko is some sort of sleeper who is about to turn bad. Yeah, that could happen. Not that I think it should. 

Unfortunately I have zero trust in the devs' intentions at this point. 

They have done some absolutely beautiful moments with Lana - I thought the interactions with her in Echoes of Oblivion were some of the best in the game, and the letter she sends a romanced PC in 7.1 is very sweet. All the same, given the way they are, and how much of a bloodbath SWTOR has been, and how many inconsistencies with stories there are - and given that writers of media in general seem to love to kill off wlw instead of letting them be happy - yeah, I don't know.

I do not have any trust that they will not turn it into a "she was evil all along" or "die or convert to the Jedi" moment. I do not have any trust that they will not turn Lana into another "kill your gays" victim - why the fuck should the only wlw character with a very high profile, a main role and complete romance in ten years of the entire game get to live, after all? (that's sarcasm). 

So at this point, yeah, I fully expect them to destroy her, one way or the other. And it's bolstered my resolve that canonically, nothing happens past Echoes of Oblivion. That's where my game ends, as far as I am concerned. 

Based on what has been said, these are still my predictions of what might happen. 

Good predictions: 

1. Lana's just pissed the Alliance is being swallowed up and doesn't want to be a lackey for either faction, so is trying to find a way out.  2. Lana knows Malgus/the Empire/the Republic want to turn the PC into another controlled servant like Malgus, so she's desperately trying to avoid that.  3. There's a holocron in Lana's head, which they totally lifted as a plot point from Felix Iresso.

Neutral predictions: 

1. Lana was an apprentice of Darth Malgus and actually was trying to help him with his New Empire.  She's torn between loyalty to the PC and wanting to actually help Malgus, sort of like Darth Krovos. 2. Lana was an apprentice of Darth Jadus and was trying to help him do whatever evil bullshit Jadus wanted to do, I don't even know.  3. Lana was an apprentice of Darth Nul. 

Bad predictions: 

1. Lana is Darth Nul. For what it's worth I really don't think they could swing this one with any level of plausability.  2. Lana is also a Child of the Emperor, like Kira. Just like Kira, she was strong enough to shake the Emperor off, but she has some sort of neural/soul bound link to the Emperor nonetheless.  3. Lana is a Child of Darth Nul. 

Very, very bad predictions: 

1. Lana is a sleeper agent for Malgus, Jadus or Darth Nul and when activated she will try to murder everyone. She will become the next Big Bad or Malgus's right hand woman, and you'll have no choice but to destroy her. Unlike Arcann or Theron, everyone will call for her head and shoot down any excuses for her actions. 

For what it's worth, I think the Bad and Very Bad predictions could also apply to Aryn Leneer, Darth Krovos or Tau.  Just - fuck SWTOR at this point, but I hate knowing that something awful is likely going to happen to a character I adore.

[trblhyuns]

imagine us. (pt.2 and we were texting/stalking??)

pairing// hyunjin-reader main  &&lil chan-reader for a little

tws// use of drugs and alcohol, suggestive scenes, hyunjin can be a dick sometimes and it hurts

— lighthearted

pt.1 / masterlist / pt.3

pt. 2

i lock my phone and lay back on my bed. my sheets are fresh and the detergent smell is still strong. hopefully if i keep talking to chan i might be able to wash them again soon. that was gross to say. even if it was in my head. chan doesn't seem like the type of guy to fuck on the first date, but me being deprived of any male attention is hoping he would change that for me. i don't know if i'm looking for something with him, i mean just a day ago i was ready to jump the gun on that blonde guy. but texting chan was nice. i liked the feelings.

the thought of jisung talking about me with him while i'm not there still makes me nervous. jisung isn't my only friend, but i do spend a lot of time with him. the amount times he has seen me in a not so pretty state is more than the amount of people in seoul.

i turn over on my side so i can see my laptop laying open next to me. stalking chan should be easy since jisung probably has him on all his socials.

why does he have so many followers on instagram.

i quickly just scroll all the way down on his profile. even though he has so many followers he has barely any photos. whenever i stalk i make sure to start at the bottom before i go to the top. just to get a full view of the person. in chronological order, of course. there are a few pictures of him in the studio and a few of him and jisung hanging out. which is so funny to me because he spends almost the same amount of time with jisung, just a little less, but i never run into him, or hang out with both of them at the same time. maybe jisung wanted me to meet him without his influence, or just without him there? i'm overthinking again.

as i make my way to the top, i tap on his profile picture looking at his stories. the picture he sent me. dope. but the next one makes my eyes open wide.

the beautiful blonde man has made his way back into my life. it looks like they stole his phone and took it. the blonde guy in on the right and what i think is this kid felix who i've seen around at the bars.

with that picture in mind i go into full detective mode. i'm scrolling through chan's following trying to find him but with no avail. oh, so he must be one of those mysterious ones with no face in his profile picture. i have no energy to go through every single profile so i go through his tagged pictures instead. but when i get there, it's empty. only to figure out a split second later chan is one of those mysterious ones to keep his tagged photos private.

i pull at the root of my hair out of frustration while shutting my laptop thinking of what to do next. i mean, this guy has a girlfriend, why am i so desperate to find him. with that i give up. i pull myself under the covers before closing my eyes trying to sleep.

it's a friday night. early in the night. of this friday. why am i home alone.

alone. that word echoes in my mind making me spring up. and pull out my phone.

[chlodani]

His Lost Girl to His Profiler

Once Upon A Time AU

Criminal Minds crossover

(Fanfic)

An abandoned girl from the enchanted forest escaped her own reality by going to Neverland. She knew he was the most ruthless person she would ever come across, Peter Pan, but she thought he had to be better than the man she lived with. She felt that she could avoid him and if she had to fight him. What she never expected was to fall in love with him. Living out her life until one day she's sent away to an unknown place, where she meets him, a simple handsome looking genius, who happens to be her FBI coworker.

Chapter 1: Neverland

Chloe's P.O.V.

I held a magic bean in my hand. Standing at the docks, with the moon shining bright. No one was around me. It was just me and the night sky. Which was honestly relaxing. I stood there thinking of everything. Of everyone I had lost. Everyone that I have ever cared for, that I have ever loved, they're gone. My mother, my father, my best friends Destiny and Hannah. They were the ones who stayed the longest until, the horrible people I stayed with took us away from each other. I haven't seen them in years. They basically took everything away from me. It wasn't long after I turned thirteen that I discovered I had magic. I never told them, they never would have let me use it. I've always wanted to learn how to use it. Learn how to control it. Destiny and Hannah were the only ones I used my magic around. They were the ones that helped me to keep my mind aligned. Once they disappeared from my life I felt trapped. I couldn't stay here anymore. I hated it here. I hated my life. There was nothing for me here in the enchanted forest. One night while I was in the tavern, I had heard tell of an island that anyone who felt lost could disappear to. However, there was one thing, or person, on that island whom you have to watch out for. His name is Peter Pan. I honestly don't care who I have to defend myself from. I can't stay here anymore. The outfit I wore was that of a bandit. That's pretty much who I am.

Being alone, trying to fend for yourself, while also trying to survive. I can't do it anymore. I want to be free. I closed my hand with the magic bean in it. Closing my eyes for a split second. I took in a deep breath, opening my eyes, I threw the bean into the water. Without another thought I jumped through the portal.

I stood on the shore of Neverland, honestly amazed at my surroundings. I was drenched from having gone through the portal in water. I tried to use my magic to dry myself only half succeeding. I sighed as I looked at myself. Well, I guess I'll dry when I start moving. I ventured forth into the jungle, with wonder of what to find. I didn't know if I was ever going to meet this Peter Pan or not but I can't go back now. Leaving my old life behind will be good for me. It will give me a chance to start over. Even if I have to avoid someone as ruthless as Peter Pan for the rest of my life.

. . .

As I walked through the jungle I heard rustling in the bushes all around me. I stopped walking to listen. I pulled my sword from its sheath.

"Who's there?" I asked sternly.

"Well, well, well, -"

I turned around to see a tall boy with a wooden staff walking towards me. He had a toothpick in his mouth. I pointed my sword straight out towards him.

"What do we have here?" He asked looking at me.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

He showed no emotion as I touched the tip of my sword to his chest.

"I think the question is, who are you? Pan doesn't like unknown people roaming his island without him knowing," he said to me.

"Well, if you're so sure about that, why don't you have Pan tell me that himself," I said to him.

"Gladly,"

Next thing I knew I was being dragged through the jungle. I had dropped my sword as I was dragged away. I tried escaping from their grasp, but they were too strong. They took me to a campsite, a fire sat in the middle. They had me on my knees in front of a log. Two of them stood on either side of me, still holding me so I couldn't escape.

"Felix!"

An older looking boy walked over to us.

"What is this?" He asked as he looked at me.

Looking up I saw him standing there. I looked into his face, and couldn't help the thoughts going through my head. He was very attractive in my eyes.

"She was roaming the island by herself. She disobeyed one of your rules," the boy I presume as Felix, (the one I talked to earlier) said to him.

The attractive one looked at me.

"Are you lost? - the first lost girl to ever come to Neverland, - help her to her feet boys -"

The boys standing on either side of me helped me stand up. They moved away from me. I looked into his green eyes.

"What's your name?" He asked me.

His British accent was almost to much for me.

"I think I should know yours first," I told him.

He smiled as he looked at me.

"Fair - I'm Peter, Peter Pan,"

"Well, Peter Pan, I don't want to cause any trouble, I just came here for a fresh start -"

"That's what Neverland is known for, those who have felt lost, alone, unloved, who have been abandoned. What happened to you?" Pan asked me.

"I don't think that's any of your business," I said to him.

"Actually, it is, everyone on this island is a family, and you're no exception,"

"Look I'm sorry if I've caused any trouble already. I just want to stay out of everyone's way, just as I've always done my entire life,"

"I'll make you a deal, take tonight to explore the island, do whatever your heart desires, then join us, be who you really are,"

"And just who am I?"

Pan smiled deviously as he looked at me.

"A lost girl, of course, everyone who has ever been abandoned is lost,"

I said nothing to him as I looked at him. There was something very intriguing about him. I didn't want to take his deal, but something told me, he would never leave me alone if I didn't. Or maybe do something even worse. And what's so bad about being a lost girl. Maybe it will change my life. I said nothing as I nodded to him. Another smile crossed his lips as he stepped out of the way allowing me to pass by him back into the jungle. I walked past him, venturing into the jungle behind him. I wanted to live out on my own, I feel as though now that I have met him, Peter Pan is going to be a part of my life for a long time.

. . .

I don't know how long I wandered. Everything was just so beautiful. I stopped walking to admire what was around me. I ended up in another area that had a large amount of water. I thought since I was alone, I'd try to use my magic to bring my sword back to me. Nothing was happening. Ever since Destiny and Hannah were taken away from me, it's like my magic has been blocked. Whenever I try, I can't use it.

"You're thinking to much about it,"

I jumped slightly not expecting to hear anyone. I turned around to face him.

"How did you find me?" I asked him.

"I know every inch of this island, no one comes to this island without me knowing," Pan answered.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to help you,"

"I don't need your help, thanks,"

"Not knowing how to use your magic could be dangerous -"

"I don't have magic,"

"I know when someone has magic, - I could teach you how to use it and how to control it,"

"Thanks, but I say again, I don't need your help,"

"I think you do,-"

Pan appeared himself behind me. He was so close behind me, my breath became short, my heart beat a thousand times more. He placed his hands on my arms closer to my hands. He let his fingers lightly touch my hands. My body was tensing just feeling his touch.

"Don't think about it - let your emotion take over, find your anger -"

"I don't have any anger,"

I don't think lying to him was worth it. It's almost as if he knew I was. He moved himself closer to me.

"What makes you a lost girl? Who abandoned you?"

I said nothing as I looked into the darkness of the night.

"Why do you feel unloved?"

"I was abandoned as a baby, my mother and father didn't want me, I lived with my uncle who didn't allow me to do anything, he took everything from me, my best friends, he took everything. I never had a chance to get to know who I really was. I lived around so many people, but I was alone. I could never find my place, I didn't belong anywhere. I wanted to escape, I hated my life, I hated everyone around me. No one wanted me, no one loved me, I've never felt wanted by anyone. I was a slave in my own home, never allowed to do anything but what they wanted. They treated me like trash, they took away the people in my life who really mattered, rubbing in my face like I was nothing. I was nothing, - I am nothing. I've never been wanted by anyone, and I never will be. All I've ever been my entire life is lost. I've never felt like anything other than an orphan,"

I felt something in my hand. I looked down at my hand. I was holding my sword.

"How did I do that?"

"By embracing who you really are,"

I didn't know what else to say as I looked at him.

"I could teach you how to control it,"

"You would do that for me? Even though you have no idea who I really am?"

"There's always time to learn, - and there's something about you, I don't know what, but I want you-"

My stomach fluttered as I heard the demanding tone to his voice. He moved closer to my ear.

"And I will have you -"

Pan appeared a necklace into his hand. The chain was silver, there were two hearts crossing over the other, with a small emerald green stone in the middle.

He put the necklace around my neck. I didn't know why, but I liked the gesture. I liked being around him. My heart was beating a millions times faster as his warm breath covered the side of my neck.

"There's one thing you should know if you're going to stay on my island, - Peter Pan never fails,"

I shuttered underneath his touch as his hands rested on my arms. How am I going to live on this island feeling this way towards him? Why do I feel this way towards him? What purpose could he have possibly had for this necklace? I loved it, I wanted to hold onto it forever. Pan disappeared from my sight. I let out a breath I was holding back that I didn't even know I was holding back. I honestly didn't want him to leave. I wanted to be near him. I couldn't allow myself to get involved with him. It would mean nothing but trouble for me; but what if he can't stay away from me?

. . .

I found myself standing back outside of Pan's camp. I didn't know why I went back, but I wanted to be near him. I wanted to learn everything there is to know about magic from him. I watched as the lost boys danced around the fire, cheering and chanting.

"Come back for more?"

I turned to see Peter Pan standing behind me. My stomach fluttered as I looked at him. He had the most intimidating look on his face. One that I found rather attractive. He intrigues me just by the way he looks at me.

"I came back to tell you that I'm joining you," I said to him.

Pan didn't say anything as he looked at me.

"And I want you to teach me how to use my magic,"

Pan appeared himself behind me. He stood close behind me, placing one hand on my waist. He used the other to move my hair off my neck. He leaned down closer to my neck. His warm breath on my neck almost sent my body over the edge.

"It'd be a pleasure,"

I closed my eyes breathing out softly as he placed his lips on my neck kissing softly. It's almost as if he was teasing me. And he knew what he was doing. He moved back from me starting to turn around to walk back to camp. I didn't want him to move. I was to afraid to say anything. He turned to look at me.

"Aren't you coming?" Pan asked me.

He held his hand out to me. I found myself smiling as I took his hand. He led me into the camp.

"Boys, -"

They all stopped to look at us.

"This calls for celebration, let's welcome the first lost girl to ever come to Neverland," Pan said to them as if I was actually something worth celebrating.

I felt a little awkward standing there being put on the spot, but I also felt welcomed. I haven't felt that way in such long time. Maybe being here won't be so bad. Maybe this is where I have belonged all along.